Saturday, September 12, 2009
But anyway I feel good about the jute bag and thought of sharing this picture with everyone .
– thanks a lot KG.
But that brings me to have to write ten honest things about myself. Oh well here goes.
1. I pray to god only when things aren’t going well.
2. When at life’s crossroads I ask parents for advice because I always feel only they have an unconflicted interest in your well being.
3. I fall in love easily.
4. I am very materialistic.
5. I do not buy nutella anymore because I cannot stop eating it till I finish the whole bottle or fall sick. *mostly I fall sick*
6. I tend to run away from difficult situations instead of confronting it.
7. I cry easily watching the silliest of movies. But I tell people around that my eyes water if the air con is set too low :-P
8. I still day dream about being a soccer star :) although most players hang up their boots by the time they get to my age :(
9. I go dutch to the point of splitting pennies :-P
10. I can't lie - not that I havent tried but I totally suck at it.
..and seven honest blogs – hmm. I don’t think I even read seven blogs. I am going to mention two other honest blogs that I enjoy reading may be later on when I find more I'll add them to my lsit.
Casuarina - http://writingtherain.blogspot.com
Bedatri Dutta - http://beadysea.blogspot.com
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Kerala trip was nostalgic, refreshing and an eye opener in a lot of ways. Landed there early in the morning and took a cab home. I spent most of the day inside the apartment cleaning and dusting it. Later in the evening I stood by the balcony that overlooked a busy street. There were two wheelers, autos, cars and buses all honking their way through in a completely disorganised fashion. What caught my attention was the road work that was going on below our apartment. There was a little kid sitting on a pile of red sand dug out red sand and holding on to what seemed like a piece of fruit that he had picked up from the streets. His father was busy working and his mother was chopping down plants in in order to clear the area. I wasnt exacly shocked because I have seen such scenarios in the past during my time in Kerala. I realized yet again that life is'nt all about that 100K dollar job or that M5 that has been on my wish list for ages. For some life is all about survival, that too one day at a time. For some it's about having clean water to drink and having atleast one square meal a day. For some its about being able to afford to send their little ones to school. For some it's about getting a new plastic sheet to cover the roof of their house in the slums so that water does not drip in on a rainy day. These are luxuries in their lives which most of us take for granted.
I enjoyed listening to the rain sitting by the window. It was quite soothing to take breaths of the fresh moist air after the rain. You instantly feel a lot relaxed. One of the days I took a drive down to the village where I used to live when I was a kid. If felt nice to wander around the streets where I used to run around and play with other kids. I recalled that one of our hobbies during rainly seasons was to built paper boats of different shapes and set if afloat at one end of a flowing stream and see which one reaches the other end first. We used to run alongside our boats all the way to the other end. Those were the carefree childhood days. I even visited the little school where I had done my primary schooling - now it was shut down and deserted but I enjoyed a stroll through the bushy unkempt area which at one time used to be out playground bustling with action. *sigh*